I was chosen to serve on a jury. Although you are told that you
should not make up your mind until the case has been completely
presented, in this case it was obvious that the evidence showed that the defendant
was guilty early in the trial. By the time the trial was over the
prosecution had made sure that there was not even a glimmer of doubt.
The Assistant District Attorney was an attractive dark haired young
woman. To stave off total boredom and brain death, I made up a
spanking story about her. Other than the fact that Jessica in this
story is a beautiful dark haired woman, her name and all other details
are complete products of my imagination.

Perfection and Punishment

One of the breathtakingly erotic photographs published on the French
site Red Charls

Jessica stood up, along with the jury, the defense attorney and the
defendant. Jessica's hands where clasped together in front of her and
she tried to project a look of confidence, her green eyes fixed on the
jury with a look that she hoped said "I never had any doubt that you
would find the defendant guilty".

Jessica was wearing a dark blue pinstripe suit over a purple silk
blouse. Her dark brown hair fell past her shoulders. Standing,
waiting for the verdict always made Jessica nervous. Jessica was sure
that there would be a guilty verdict. The case she had presented
showed unambiguous guilt, but what made her nervous was that with
juries, you never knew.

The judge looked over at the woman who was the jury Foreman. "Have you
reached a verdict."

"Yes, your honor. On the count of burglary in the first degree, we
find the defendant guilty. On the account of aggravated assault in the
first degree we find the defendant guilty."

The defendant was escorted out of the courtroom and the rest of the
afternoon involved the formalities of wrapping up the case and
scheduling sentencing. Jessica was relieved that the case was over.
She had been assigned the case just two weeks ago and had worked hard
to prepare it. On Monday, she thought, there would be more court
pleadings and cases on her court docket. More cases with little time
to prepare.

On Saturday afternoon Jessica drove to Sir's house for tea. She
parked her VW "New Beetle" down the block from Sir's house. Old beech
trees shaded the block of Victorian houses. Jessica wore the same
dark blue pin-stripe pants suit that she had worn in court the
previous week, but with a black silk blouse and black high heels.

Sir's house was surrounded by a stone wall, with iron work on top of
the stone and a wrought iron gate under a stone arch. Sir had told
her that the gate was inspired by a gate
designed by the Catalan architect Gaudi. Next to the gate was a
bell and an intercom. Jessica pressed the bell.

"Hello, it's me"

Jessica heard Sir's voice through he intercom. "Come in, 'me'", he
said as the electronic lock on the gate clicked. Between the gate and
Sir's house there was a small garden, with an orange tree, a lemon
tree and a stone fountain. The fountain was Japanese, the water
flowing over the stone. Sir seemed to pick out things that he liked,
mixing them without much regard for a consistent artistic style or
origin. A stone walkway lead from the gate to the door of Sir's
house.

Jessica followed Sir through the house, back to the kitchen. Sir was
wearing a charcoal gray suit, a white shirt and a dark blue tie. At a
little over six feet, Sir was six inches taller than Jessica. His
dark blond hair was cut just above his collar and he had a
graying goatee.

The Victorian era house was paneled with dark wood. When
Jessica thought of Sir's house she thought of wood and Persian carpets.
The stairs to the upper floor had a carved walnut banister. Jessica
could not look at the stairs without remembering Sir caning her while
she stood on the bottom step, bent over the banister post. When she
had covered her bottom with her hand after a particularly hard stroke
he had threatened to tie her to the banister for the rest of her punishment.

The kitchen had dark wood cabinets and green granite counter tops.
There was a professional style six burner stove with a big hood against
one wall. A kettle was gently steaming on the stove over low heat.

They talked as Sir made tea. The tea was always Yin Hao Special Grade
Jasmine that Sir bought from a tea company in Boston. There was a
plate with four scones on it and a dish of lemon curd to go with the
scones and a jar of honey for the tea. Sir put everything on a tray,
along with some napkins and Jessica followed him into the parlor.

Sir was the first person Jessica had ever known who had a parlor.
They sat in arm chains and Sir poured the tea. From the start
Jessica had found Sir easy to talk to. They talked about Jessica's
current cases and other things happening in her life, books they had
read or Sir's work. Sometimes he segued into stories about his life
or places he had visited.

Jessica had two cups of tea and ate a scone. Sir had baked the scones that
morning. She knew that she would want another
scone later, but right now she had the nervous anticipation that
always preceded a spanking.

Finally they got to what Jessica thought of as "the talk". The talk
was about things like parking tickets (two the previous week) and
areas where Jessica felt that she had fallen short (she could have
done a better job on the closing argument for her last trial).

"I think that it's time for your spanking now, young lady", Sir said
calmly. He stood up and went over to the back of the couch. "Come
here, Jessica."

Jessica got up and went to where Sir was standing.

"Undo your pants and bend over the back of the couch, please", Sir said.

Jessica unbuttoned her pants and let them fall below her knees. She
bent over the back of the couch, her legs spread as far as her pants
would allow. Sir pulled up the tail of her blouse. He could see the
lips of her vulva outlined through the sheer black material of her
panties. He brought his hand down on her right cheek, then her left,
spanking her slowly as Jessica gave out little cries as the slaps
punished her bottom through the sheer panties. Sir spanked her until
his hand was starting to get sting.

Sir caressed her hair. "All right, young lady. You can pull your
pants up. I want you to go to the library and get ready for the rest
of your spanking."

Jessica stood and pulled her pants up. "May I use the bathroom first,
please?"

"You may", Sir said.

In the bathroom, before pulling her pants and panties up, Jessica
looked at her bottom in the mirror. Her cheeks were blushed a light
pink.

The library was lined from the floor to ceiling bookshelves. There
was a dark brown leather couch that faced two dark blue overstuffed
chairs. Each chair had a stained glass lamps next to it. Against the
wall facing the door was a large carved walnut desk. Light came into
the room through two floor to ceiling windows. Sir had told Jessica
that the opaque glass in the windows was there to protect the books
from sunlight.

Jessica put her shoes together neatly in front of one of the chairs
and took off her suit jacket, laying it over the arm of the chair.
She put her trousers on top of the jacket, then her silk blouse and
bra. Wearing only her sheer black bikini panties, Jessica went to
stand in the corner to one side of the door.

Jessica has started to think of the corner as "her corner", as if it
was a place in the library reserved for her when she waited for her
punishment. Jessica wondered what she looked like, a girl wearing
only a pair of sheer panties, standing in the corner amid the dark
wood, books and the Persian carpet, her dark hair cascading over her
shoulders.

Jessica hated waiting for her punishment. What would Sir
spank her with? Next to the desk there was an umbrella stand that
held a couple of rattan canes, a synthetic cane and two riding whips.
The last time they had met Sir had bent her over the back of the couch
and caned her, after spanking her over his knee. She wondered if she
would get the cane this time too. If she did get the cane, would Sir
give her more strokes than last time?

Over the last few months, the library had been the venue for Jessica's
spankings. Sir had also punished her in the dining room, where he
bent her over the dinning table, whipping her with the tawse until she
was crying. Once, after tea, he had bent her over the arm of one of
the overstuffed chairs and spanked her, first with his hand and then
with a paddle.

With one exception, all of Jessica's spankings had followed Saturday
afternoon tea. About two months ago Jessica's lover Simon had broken
up with her. Jessica had been surprised at how much the breakup had
hurt her. Perhaps it was because they had been friends for about six
months first. Jessica had known that Simon was interested in more
than a friendship, but she had told him that she was not interested in
him "in that way". But a couple of month later Jessica found that she
was falling in love with Simon and they became lovers. Two months
later, Simon ended the relationship.

Jessica had been depressed and moody for a few weeks before Sir had
invited Jessica to dinner. Sir had told her to bring her overnight
things. When she arrived he took her upstairs to a guest bedroom.
Jessica fell in love with the room at first sight. It had a huge
canopy bed and lace curtains on the windows. There was a white
comforter on the bed with a flowered print and lace edges. There were
drawings of English cottages on the walls. The room had its own
bathroom with stain glass wall lamps and a flowered shower curtain,
around a white tub with clawed feet. Jessica also noticed a large flat
backed hairbrush on the top of the dresser.

They talked while Sir finished making dinner. They had a long
leisurely dinner, with lots of talk and laughing. Jessica felt as if
the sun had come out from behind the clouds. There had not been an
evening version of "the talk" that preceded Jessica's tea time
spankings, but after dinner Sir told Jessica to go up to her bedroom
and get ready for bed. He added that he would be up in a little while
to give her a spanking.

There was a white cotton nightie with a pair of matching
silk panties laid out on the bed when she went up to the
bedroom. When Jessica put the nightie on she found that it came down to
the middle of her thighs. After washing her face and brushing her
teeth, Jessica sat on the bed and waited. After what seemed like an
age Jessica heard Sir's footsteps on the stairs. When he came into the
bedroom Jessica saw that Sir had taken off his jacket and tie. He had
a heavy burgundy leather spanking strap in his right hand. He put the
strap on the night stand and sat down on the bed next to Jessica, on
her left side.

"Are you ready for your spanking, my dear", Sir asked after they had
talked for a few minutes.

"Yes, Sir", Jessica replied in a soft, nervous voice.

Sir guided Jessica over his lap and pulled up her nightie. He started
spanking her over the sheer silk panties, before pulling her panties
down and spanking her bare bottom. After the hand spanking, Sir told
her to bend over the end of the bed, her head down, leaning on her
forearms. Sir put Jessica's panties on the night stand, replacing the
strap which was now in Sir's hand. He pulled up Jessica's nightie and
whipped her with the strap until she was crying and her bottom was
welted and crimson. When Sir told Jessica to get up, he was sitting on the bed
again and she saw that the hairbrush she had seen on the dresser was
in Sir's hand. She went over to Sir's right side, pulled her nightie
up and lay across his lap. Jessica was sobbing when he finally stopped
spanking her with the hairbrush. Jessica sat on Sir's lap, her bottom
hot and sore from the spanking and cried against Sir's shoulder as he
held her. When she had stopped crying Sir tucked her into bed and
kissed her goodnight.

Standing in the corner of the library, Jessica remembered that she had
slept soundly that night, feeling safe, loved and soundly spanked.
The next morning Sir made sourdough crepes, stuffed with fresh raspberries
and honey for breakfast, along with strong coffee.

Jessica was thinking about how much she hated corner time when she
heard Sir's footsteps. She knew that she would get extra punishment
if she was caught peeking behind her, so she kept her eyes on the
wood grain. Jessica heard the desk drawer open, followed by the sound
of Sir sitting down on the leather couch.

"Come here Jessica ", Sir said

Jessica turned around and walked toward Sir. He was sitting in the
middle of the couch. She felt self-conscious as she crossed the room,
almost naked, to Sir's right side. Jessica suspected that Sir liked
looking at her, but she also knew that he had her undress to her
panties to emphasize her submission.

Jessica stood at Sir's right side looking down at his lap. She saw
that the ruler paddle was lying on the floor on Sir's left side.
Jessica knew what was going to happen next, but it was not until Sir
said "Over my knee, young lady" that she lay across his lap, with his
right thigh under her hips.

"You are being punished for two things today, young lady", Sir told
Jessica as he patted her bottom over the sheer material of her
panties. "There are the parking tickets, a recurring problem, I'll
point out. A more serious problem is that you are very hard on
yourself. You work very hard and have done well in your career. Yet
you constantly feel like you do not measure up to an impossible
standard of perfection. Is there anything else that we need to
discuss my dear?"

"No Sir"

"All right then", Sir said. "Why don't we get started?" Sir began to
spank Jessica, alternating sides, the smack of his hand slightly
muffled by her panties. He could see her buttocks and the divide
between them through the sheer material.

Jessica felt like a naughty little girl being spanked over Daddy's
knee. Her thin panties provided very little protection from
Sir's hand, but the hand spanking hurt even more after he pulled her
panties down to the middle of her thighs and spanked her bare bottom.
When Jessica through back on the spankings that Sir had given her she
always thought about the intimacy of Sir's hand spanking her bare
bottom. Sometimes she wished that she could lie over his lap and that
the spanking would go on and on until she was crying like a little girl.

"My hand is starting to hurt, young lady. Could you please pass me
the paddle?"

Sir never counted the number of smacks he gave Jessica when he gave
her a hand spanking. He spanked her until her bottom was starting to
blush pink and his hand started to hurt. As he had told Jessica on a
number of occasions in the past, paddles existed so that the spanking
would hurt her more than it hurt him.

Jessica hated having to take part in her punishment by handing Sir an
implement that she would be spanked with. This was, she suspected,
exactly why Sir made her do it. Jessica reached down, picked up the
ruler paddle from the floor and passed it behind her back to Sir. She
felt the smooth wood caress her bottom and then felt the smack of the
ruler paddle across her bare cheeks. "God damn that paddle stung",
she thought. Sir spanked Jessica at least twice a month and Jessica
thought that someday she'd get used to the ruler paddle. But it
hadn't happened yet. Sir delivered more strokes, hard across her
bottom, just above her thighs. Jessica tried to be a good girl and
keep her bottom pushed up, offered for punishment, but it was hard not
to clench her cheeks and press her thighs together as the paddle
burned across her ass.

Jessica's pale skin was starting to redden under the ruler paddle.
Sir held her tightly with his left arm, his hand on her hip as he paddled
her. She started to squirm and kick her legs. Sir put the paddle
down for a moment and slapped her thighs with his hand.

"Be a good girl and stay still, young lady, or you'll get extras", Sir
warned. Jessica managed to stay still through the rest of the
paddling.

Sir caressed Jessica's bottom, the soft smooth skin hot under his
hand. The paddling had left her bottom blushed a deep pink. He
pulled her panties off her legs and dropped then on the couch.

"All right young lady, you can get up", Sir said

Jessica stood up. She wanted to rub the sting from her bottom which
felt like it was still echoing with the smacks of the paddle. But she
knew from past experience that Sir didn't allow this.

Jessica followed Sir across the room to the desk. She watched as he
opened the drawer and took out the burgundy leather spanking strap.

"Over the desk please", Sir said.

Jessica lay over the top of the desk, the smooth wood under her
breasts, the edge under her waist. Lying naked over the desk, Jessica
felt very exposed as she waited for the strap, her thighs spread and
her legs slanted out behind her.

The strap cracked down hard across Jessica's bottom. Sir gave the
strokes hard and Jessica raised one foot and then the other as if
somehow moving from side to side would ease the burn of the strap
punishing her bottom. After Sir gave her ten strokes he moved to her
other side.

"Stay still, my dear", Sir said as he caressed her bottom. "Now get
that bottom up for me."

Jessica pushed up on the balls of her feet, raising her bottom. The
strap burned across her bottom again, as Jessica cried out. A few
tears started to fall on the polished wood of the desk. After giving
Jessica another set of ten strokes, Sir again crossed to her other
side. When he had finished giving her two more sets with the strap,
Jessica was crying and her bottom was crimson and lined with welts.

Sir helped the crying girl stand. He held her for a moment, petting
her hair. Sir exchanged the strap for a paddle ball shaped hardwood
paddle. He gently took Jessica's hand and lead her back to the
couch. When Sir had seated himself on the couch, Jessica lay over his lap.

Sir ran his hand down her back, almost as if he were petting a cat.
"Almost over, Jesse, almost over." He held her tightly with his left
arm and start to paddle her, alternating cheeks. Jessica's bottom was
sore from the strap and the hardwood paddle hurt exquisitely. Soon
she was crying again and she kicked her feet, trying to escape the
pain of the paddle as Sir held her tightly. As Sir punished her, her
cries turned to sobs, her body shaking with her cries, her bottom
relaxed, resigned to her punishment.

When Jessica's paddling was over, Jessica sat in Sir's lap, her head
buried against his shoulder as she cried and he held her. After a
time, when she had finally stopped crying, she stood up.

"May I rub, Sir?", Jessica asked.

"Yes, you may"

Jessica rubbed her punished buttocks. Her bottom was hot and very
sore as she tried to rub some of the pain and the sting out. She
could feel the raised lines of the welts from the strap across her
cheeks. Sir left the library and Jessica dressed. She felt light, as
if she were walking on air. All of the tension and concerns from the
past week seemed far away. Somehow the things that she had worried
about seemed smaller.

Jessica found Sir sitting in the parlor. He walked her to the front
door. He held her in his arms for a moment and then handed her a
scone, wrapped in a paper napkin.

"Thank you for the spanking, Sir", Jessica said softly.

"It was my pleasure, my dear", Sir said.

Sir opened the door for her and Jessica walked out into the sunlight
of Sir's garden.